Rhymes with a reason, by B.1857 |
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... Euxine's breast ; All day the troops are landing From the West . Sunday at Balaklava ! And we slowly seek the shore ; Over shot and shell we clamber ; While there comes to us the roar- From Sevastopol - the mighty , The constant cannon ...
... Euxine's breast ; All day the troops are landing From the West . Sunday at Balaklava ! And we slowly seek the shore ; Over shot and shell we clamber ; While there comes to us the roar- From Sevastopol - the mighty , The constant cannon ...
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... A moment lost should speak to us of death , And but to draw the breath , And rest upon our oars , should seem to be A drifting further , further out to sea . LOVE . I've looked upon the Euxine's azure plain , 30 RHYMES WITH A REASON .
... A moment lost should speak to us of death , And but to draw the breath , And rest upon our oars , should seem to be A drifting further , further out to sea . LOVE . I've looked upon the Euxine's azure plain , 30 RHYMES WITH A REASON .
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Alan Brodrick. LOVE . I've looked upon the Euxine's azure plain , Spelled by its beauty , when our ship was still , And watched the sunbeams with a golden thrill Break on the waters - and the anchor chain E'en to the glittering floor ...
Alan Brodrick. LOVE . I've looked upon the Euxine's azure plain , Spelled by its beauty , when our ship was still , And watched the sunbeams with a golden thrill Break on the waters - and the anchor chain E'en to the glittering floor ...
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Angel of Death bloom of twenty breath BRIDGE OF BOATS bright brother caïque Christ cloak of clustering dear e'en earth with wires Euxine's fields are laden finger-touch flowers foes God's gold nor silver gone grief hail thy birth hands Hast thou ne'er heard heart and narrower Heaven heaven-sent rain labour land LITTLE FRANCES look million lips MOON name be borne narrower head neath need nor gold o'er Old centuries pomp and thy pray prayer showeth skies slowly homeward go smile soft red glow song soul Stamboul strange world SUMFIELD summer hours SUNDAY AT BALAKLAVA tears tell I'm sure terrible world say thee thine thou dost thou know'st tis Thou look'st alike thou ne'er thought thy dewy showers thy majesty thy pomp Tis this thought toil truth twenty summers unto voice waving corn fields Weep WEST HARDING STREET wide earth wings wintry worm you-God
Popular passages
Page 1 - LANG hae thought, my youthfu' friend, A something to have sent you, Tho' it should serve nae ither end Than just a kind memento ; But how the subject theme may gang, Let time and chance determine ; Perhaps, it may turn out a sang, Perhaps, turn out a sermon.